Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 05:07:38 -0500 From: Charles Well Subject: Kids of Indian Springs: Sandy Jacobs Nifty Archive - Gay Young Friends Section Kids of Indian Spring (continued) - The Sandy Jacob's Story By Jonas Henley (Extended by Charles Well (C) 2018) This story is about sex between boys and is therefore a total fantasy. It was written by an adult for the entertainment of other adults. No children or animals were either involved or harmed in the writing of this story. Please leave now if you are not supposed to be here. Let me know if you are enjoying the story and I will continue writing. Also consider a donation to Nifty for allowing us to have this resource to share our stories. Comments or suggestions may be directed to the author. Author's Note One of the most erotic stories I ever read was the series called "Kids of Indian Spring" by Jonas Henley. It is still available at the Nifty Archive, in the `Young Friends' section, and creates an imaginary community in semi-rural America where one extended family clan have long established, unique and cherished traditions involving their young males. Although the story is extremely well written, the extensive introduction of new characters perhaps created confusion for some readers and made the story less popular than it deserved. What Jonas Henley created was a culturally rich world populated by realistic teen and preteen boys that lead stimulating and attention grabbing lives. Unfortunately, the series was never completed, and even after repeated attempts, I have been unable to establish contact with the original author. But as a poor and inadequate tribute to Jonas's outstanding body of work, I have taken one set of characters that were never fully developed and thought to take their story further. Please note that I make no apologies for outrageously plagiarizing the words of the great writer. Jonas Henley says it much better than I ever could. In this work I do nothing more than attempt to pay humble homage to a brilliant story and a gifted author. If there is sufficient interest from readers, I may make further attempts to extend the story of the Kids from Indian Spring. Chuck Well Introduction The Choosing Ceremony, held on the 15 July each year, was where all Mackey boys between the ages of 11 to 17 would meet and choose two or more 12 year-olds to fill the role of Community Bottom for 1 to 3 years. Lists of all the Mackey 12-year-olds, and related clans living in Indian Spring were prepared well in advance and boys on the list were required to attend the Choosing Ceremony or face the immediate certainty of being `bottomised'. On the day of the ceremony each 12-year-old was told to strip off his clothes and take his place along one of the padded logs established for the purpose at the secret Mackey meeting place in a part of the forest called "Old Knot." He was to bend over the log and present his naked butt (legs spread 2 feet apart) to the stands where his fellow Mackey's would sit in observation and judgment of the ceremony, the same Mackey's who would later vote for the best asses, or boys, to fill, what was considered, a vital community role. Any opposition, disrespect, or back-talk along the way by any candidate would result in a checkmark drawn on the boy's back in indelible-ink. Each checkmark required the boy who earned it to give a public blow job that morning following the Choosing, in front of everyone, and on a boy that could produce sperm - not just clear semen. There had to be actual sperm, and plenty of it, being swallowed. Once the current year's Bottoms were chosen, the fucking would commence immediately and the unfortunate chosen lads were roughly introduced into their new lives as each was penetrated 4 or 5 times by different cousins before the 100 or so, assembled group of Mackey tweens and teens. What follows is an extract from the original text written by Jonas Henley. I chose this section as it gives readers a good flavor of the original work, but the main character here, Sandy Jacobs, is unfortunately never mentioned again in any other of Jonas's works that I could find. I always thought that was a great pity and decided it might be fun to extend Sandy's story somewhat. Initial story by Jonas Henley:- 8 pm The Jacobs' house, 10th Kinset, just outside of Indian Spring – Wednesday, June 21, June 1995 Sandy Jacobs was already dressed for bed. He was in his most comfortable pajamas, stretched out on the sofa after a great dinner (it was a normal dinner, but for some reason the food just tasted so much better than before). He didn't argue with his parents. Didn't let his little brothers get to him. Took the trash out before he was even asked. And now he was just kicked back and enjoying the evening. Sandy Jacobs, 13 years old and full of vim, vigor, and vitality, as well as that voraciousness that could be ascribed many an adolescent boy that has just hit the stride of full adolescence. It was a voraciousness for food -- that never seemed to go anywhere but into a bottomless pit, a voraciousness for winning -- that increased male drive that starts to turn everything into a challenge to be won, whether it be an argument with his parents or what could otherwise be a friendly game of Mario Bros. on the Nintendo, and a voraciousness for sex. The last was the one that never got filled, for most kids, at least not with any interaction with another person. It was one that typically was only answered by a closed fist. It was a voraciousness that was becoming more specifically defined, only certain girls in those jack-off fantasies, more likely to look at boobs first versus ass or pussy, being choosy on which porno mag you would like to get your hands on (or whichever hand wasn't busy at the moment) and starting to make actual plans to try and get to first, second, third, and home bases. There wasn't much luck for most boys stealing to third, not unless you seriously let down your standards -- and for a 13 year old to have to let down his standards, that's pretty bad. It was part of the most frustrating thing in being 13 and 14, especially in a community where everybody knew everybody and everyone talked about everyone. Bartlett was a small `town', if it could be even remotely called that, whose only benefit to many of the kids was that they got to go to Coolspring schools and make friends with the richer kids, the kids who had pools. By the time he was 12 and getting his hair -- something his little brother Bradley still did not have -- and gaining some fairly randy interests, he was looking for anywhere to stick this gloriously growing appendage. He loved feeling it soft, and he really loved feeling it hard, but where he really wanted to feel it, especially after getting a look at Kyle Folger's older brother's secret porn tape Sex Fifth Avenue and watching Traci Lords get her twat stuffed by practically every guy that could want to, where he really wanted to feel it was in pussy. But he had, as yet, not even been able to finger one, much less get a chance to pump one. Even in his sex and hormone, live forever, adolescent brain that saw no bounds, some part of him realized that that wasn't likely this year, or next. And there was the chance of not even the year after that, although as he grew into his developing 13 year old body and would take long looks at himself in the mirror with his good looks, dirty blond hair, good muscle tone, and the nice patch of curls growing up around the base and even a hair or two on that seriously enlarging and dropped nutsack, he realized he looked good enough to get a girl by 14. And he was right. He would. But at that time he was still frustrated. It seemed to be no fair that the Indian Spring relatives of his got to have that community bottom they chose every so often for an occasional pop-off valve to relieve some of the stress in NEEDING to have sex; stress he was feeling. Yeah true, he would always feel the relief after jacking off, but it wasn't satisfactory as actually getting to do it. At least, from everything his inexperienced brain could piece together. But he wasn't allowed access to the Mackey bottoms, one of which was Kevin Mackey, only a few weeks older than Sandy. Sandy had long wanted to fuck Kevin's ass; he had no problem with the fact that Kevin was a guy, or that he was gay. Kevin could be whatever the hell he wanted. Sandy just needed to feel what it could be like when he could one day get his girl. Just a temporary release. Was that so much to ask? He did ask, but not until he was 13, for good reason, and was sharply told NO, for the same good reason. The reason being that Sandy and Kevin were both 12 years old on July 15th of last year, but only one of the two was actually at the choosing. Sandy so much wanted to watch it, but he was told that if he so much as even stepped into Indian Spring on that day, then he would be bent over in the same line as the other boys showing their asses for the contest to be the community bottom, a contest, obviously, that no one wanted to win. It was a contest that Sandy did not even want to be a contestant in. And he got out of it, mainly because of a large loophole that he had been much inclined to utilize, and his parents were just as happy he did. They would often talk about the Indian Spring Mackeys as backward country folk with backward ways. It's why they said they didn't live there, even though they still retained some rights to property that was out behind Elijah Mackey's house. They really didn't have a problem, per se, with the Choosing and the community bottom, because everyone knew it was just boys being boys and finding a way to stay out of worse trouble, but they liked to see themselves as better than the regular Mackey. The problem was, that you could only do this so much before word got around. And word got around to Elijah, at a time when he was nursing an old and hateful wound. Elijah, during his laborious property searches to find Tabitha's trail of where she could have moved or laundered the gold she stole from him, found a way to jeopardize Sam and Karla Jacobs' property. They could move back or lose it. Or they could come down a few pegs and assist him as well. He had a few ideas. And if Elijah got his way, provided the meddlesome Hal Tucker failed to convince a sufficient portion of the Mackey lot to join him, then the Jacobs' property would suddenly be worth a small fortune. But Sandy wasn't aware of this either. He was only aware of the threat that kept him unnecessarily out of Indian Spring for three more months after the choosing when he turned 13. It was only then he went in and asked if he could have a try at Kevin's ass, having already heard first hand from Toby Sanders and Kelson Mackey how smooth and tight Kevin's hole was, and what a great fuck it was. Sandy was itching for it. He went in one day with Toby and asked Jason, Kevin's brother who was on the Council, if he could have a go at Kevin. "No way." "Come on Jason, please. It ain't like he's only been done by a few guys. One more ain't gonna matter. And besides we're all Mackeys, right?" Sandy gave his best smile at the end of his plea, but Jason's stoney face didn't look encouraging. "Well, if we're all Mackeys, how come your name wasn't on the list last year? You're only a few weeks younger than Kevin. And your next door neighbor Ronald was on the list -- and not just on the list, but in the cut as well, and bending over with the rest of them. You were definitely eligible, so why not, Mackey?" "Come on," Sandy Jacobs started in, "Seriously dude, who's gonna actually volunteer for that thing, or even say they'll be there if they don't have to?" "Toby did." That was true, though Sandy never figured that one out. He looked over at his friend Toby who just shrugged, as if to say `tough luck, there'. Now Sandy knew that Toby had wanted to be in more with the home-based Mackey folk, and going through a Choosing was certainly one way to guarantee that access for life, but Toby actually had a nice ass. He could have actually been chosen. Ronald's butt was flat and ugly, but he was the one who threw up the most before the Choosing even started. "Yeah, well yay for Toby. Come on, Jason " "Ask again, and I will make you choose who goes up YOUR ass -- Toby, or me and a few other boys." Sandy gulped. At that time, it had only been ten months since Jason's little brother was being made to bend over for every Tom and Hairy Dick in the Tucker Wood, and Jason was still pissed about it. Mad at himself, and not particularly happy with the whole tradition. Sandy was fairly certain the older boy would do just what he said. And Sandy had no intention of letting even the-Toby-of-last-year fuck him, much less this year's Toby. He saw Toby naked just the week prior at a county public pool, and the boy's dick was fat. At least for 13 it was. And Sandy could only imagine, or not want to imagine, what Jason's was like, or who these `other guys' would be. So, no thank you. He quickly shut up about it. But he didn't stop thinking about it. He just tried a different tack. Jason wasn't the only boy on the Council. "So you want a piece of ass, hunh?" Darrell was asking Sandy just yesterday morning prior to the day's events at the start that left him so relaxed and happy. "I don't know, what do you say, Hiram?" Both older boys were resting, legs propped up, cold beer in hand, under an outside canopy that had a few outdoor chairs and sofas gathered together underneath. "I say, why hasn't he gotten a girl to do it yet for him. Hell, Sandy, aren't you almost 14? Isn't time you got a girl for stuff like that?" Sandy blushed at the perceived attack on his incipient manhood. He was fairly certain (though could he be??) that neither of these guys had a girl to fuck when they were 13, but he certainly wasn't going to voice that out loud. "Oh come on guys, no girl's gonna let me do that yet. Maybe when I'm 14, but I need something now." "Hmmm, you know, Hiram, could be that he just doesn't like girls." "Ah, now that aint true, you know I do." Hiram, though, ignored Sandy's retort and raised his eyebrows as if the deep thought had just occurred to him. "You know, Darrell, I do believe you are right. Maybe that's why he's so interested in Kevin. Everyone knows which way Kevin swings. Maybe what he's really looking for is a boyfriend." "Come on, guys, that aint right. This aint about all that. I just wanna a tight hole, and Kelson Mackey fucked it and said it was tighter that Virginia Monroe's pussy, and you know he aint gay." "Interesting that you brought up Kelson. He was skipped over when he was 12." "Wasn't his fault," Hiram added "No it wasn't." Darrell said. "Well, even if I wanted to, I cant go back and be 12 again, and nobody would want to start worrying about your including 13 year olds, right?" Sandy felt a bit nervous all of a sudden, but he held his shaky ground while he listened to the two older boys: "That's not what we were thinking of, Sandy." "See, there's something else interesting about Kelson, and why he had a few rounds with Kevin before his eligibility changed on his 16th birthday." "Kelson had something else to contribute last year." "Or, at least, his family did." "Kelson, had a 12 year old brother; what was his name, Hiram?" "Ronald." Sandy said and gulped. He saw where this was going. "Yes, that was flat-butt's name. Ronald." "Yeah, I remember that kid," Hiram added, "Didn't nobody so much as write their name on him once, and he was still throwin' up and carryin' on. Told him before we started that nobody with a butt that ugly would get Chosen. But that's all he thought was gonna happen." "Yep. I know. He should've just shut up, and he wouldn't have had to suck all those dicks, either." "He probably wouldn't have had to even suck one." "And that would have made him better off than anyone else." Sandy absent-mindedly picked up on this last statement and tucked it away for later review. Did that mean all the boys had to suck at least one dick? Interesting. Toby would never talk about what had happened. He always said he couldn't, that because Sandy hadn't been allowed to be there to start with then he shouldn't know what happened. Maybe Toby had another reason. But for right now, Sandy was just waiting for them to get their inevitable conclusion, even though a part of him hoped that they wouldn't. But they did. "So Sandy, you have a little brother, don't you?" "I believe he does, Darrell, and I also believe he's 12. Would that be right, Sandy? Sandy laid back on the sofa during one of the commercial breaks, wanting to beat off -- cum again already -- to the memory of what he had gotten to do that afternoon. He obviously could not do that right there in the living room, but he smiled with the memory of it and readjusted himself in his pants, almost laughing to himself when he saw his brother snake a look over at the action. Shortly after he made the deal with Darrell and Hiram, they sent him away and told him to come back in the afternoon. When he returned Kevin was there with them and the two older boys graciously took their leave. "You can use my little brother David's bed inside, if you want Kevin," Darrell said in parting. "Yeah," Hiram rejoined over his shoulder, "It probably needs to be broken in anyway." Their laughter receded as they headed off down the trail, and the two 13 year old boys were alone. Sandy was suddenly very nervous and unsure of himself. What the hell was he supposed to do? "Um . . .hey, Kevin," he said, his voice cracking halfway through the more experienced boy's name. "Hey, Sandy," Kevin said, with something of a relaxed smile. There was an awkward silence there that only made Sandy more nervous on the outside and let Kevin smile more on the inside. While Sandy was a dirty blond boy who looked like he belonged in a country baseball commercial and was now at the point where you could tell he had once been very cute, was now simply good looking, and moving quite easily toward handsome, Kevin, with his dark brown hair, as thick as you could make very slightly curly hair yet still have it look dreamily soft, had a look of a more experienced boy -- more predator than prey. He was realizing more and more what, and who, he wanted sexually, as his burden as community bottom eased up in the next month. And right now, he wanted to try out Sandy Jacobs. He loved a virgin with no bravado left. But he didn't show it -- no sense scaring the kid off. "So, how do you want to do this?" Kevin asked. "Uh...wha -...I mean...uh..." Kevin almost laughed. He was really going to enjoy this one. He had also thought Sandy was cute, and he just got better with age. "Well, we can do it out here, with me bent over the picnic table, and we can do that with me just pushing my pants down in back little, and you do me from behind so you can watch your dick going in and out between my cheeks, most guys like that. They aren't usually too comfortable doing it all naked. But you can make me get completely naked, if you want. Or we can do it inside on the bed doggy style, or me laying flat, or I can lay on my back and pull my legs up and you can do it like you were doing a girl. It's up to you." Sandy thought he was cum right there just listening to Kevin describe all the ways they could fuck. He was so hard it was unbelievable, but the first option sounded the best. "Um . . .first uh first thing you said." "Bend over the picnic table? You want me to push my jeans just down enough so you can see my ass while you're going in and out of it?" "Yeah," Sandy said dumbly. His mouth was hanging open and he couldn't seem to close it. He knew he was on the point of slobbering and probably looking like a total dolt, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the other boy's midsection, his mind rapidly fantasizing what that ass on the backside of the boy must look like. He got a partial answer as Kevin smiled and lead the dazed boy over to the table. "I'll loosen up my jeans, and when you're ready, you just push on my back to make me bend over the table and then you pull the jeans down yourself, take aim and start fucking. I already lubed myself up, so you don't have to worry about it. You can just cum inside me since I still have my clothes on. If I was naked, you could pull out and spray my back or face if you wanted. I don't mind that. But I kinda just want you to cum inside me." Holy shit this was blowing his mind. Sandy was long past the point of worrying that this was actually a boy he was going to do these things to. It still bothered him deeper inside, to be sure, but he didn't care at this point. "This is your first time with anybody?" Kevin asked as he unfastened his own pants. "Yeah," again came the dazed response. "Sweet," Kevin said quietly to himself and began undoing Sandy's pants, partially startling the boy back into awareness, and then even more as he felt the 13 year old boy reach in and cup his nuts and dick through his underwear, giving the leaking hard-on a squeeze that almost brought him to the point of coming. "Oh geez..." Sandy moaned, causing Kevin to lick his lips and smile. "Sandy, I'm really sorry, but I'm gonna be real hard the whole time you're doing this." "Why??" Sandy didn't really want to hear this. He just wanted less boy and more hole. He didn't want his memory tied up with the confusion that a boy turned him on this bad. And a hard dick on the other boy was just such a reminder. "Because," Kevin started to answer and half closed his own eyes in anticipation, before he reached into the briefs and grabbed a hold of the pre-cum slickening dick, causing the boy ironically under his control to moan even more. "Because you're so damn hot." With that Kevin pushed Sandy's briefs down below the boy's nuts and went down with them, taking in the whole of his dick and slavering it good with spit. "Ohhhh...f-f-fuuc-nngghkk..." The feeling of another's hot mouth on his randy boyhood was completely unexpected and was simply indescribable, moan and gasp though he might, no unknown language could translate the feeling into mere grunts or speech. But Kevin was off almost as soon as he went on. He was indeed stretching the front of his own pants and anxious as well to get this going. He stood back up and told Sandy to push him over the tabletop and fuck him, and the horny boy who was torn apart with an insane need to cum -- and to cum INSIDE a person -- needed no further encouragement. He did just that. Sandy put his hand on Kevin's back and pushed the boy over the picnic table so that he was bent over, but in position to be fucked and claimed. With his other hand Sandy grabbed the waistband of both jeans and underwear on the subordinated boy and pulled them down over those delicious rumps, which he was thoroughly surprised that, first: he loved seeing them and second: he enjoyed running his free hand over them and giving them a testing squeeze. He could have even played more with that wonderful 13 year old ass, but his dick was wanting to move on with this, and he lined himself up and pushed in between the billowing warm flesh at the obvious point where it had been lubed, and entered the crack. The feeling was definitely luxuriant, if a 13 year old boy even knew such a term and he slowly ran his head through that area until he encountered a slight wrinkling of softer skin that almost electrified the spongy head of his penis as he found it. He instinctively knew to push in at this area and he leaned forward slightly until he felt a slight give and an extension of the electrical feeling slowly opened up like a circle around the tip of his dickhead. He shuffled forward just slightly and leaned in more and quite suddenly felt a pressure open up and surround his dickhead, pulling it further in, followed rapidly by a warm, smooth, massaging enveloping of his entire dickhead and the start of his shaft, as he felt himself penetrating the asshole of the boy below him. Sandy again began his litany of indecipherable gasps and moans as he pushed right on through the ring of ecstasy until he bottomed out completely and just as instinctively pulled all the way back until the rim of his glans tugged at Kevin's stretched anal muscle, before sinking back in completely. Kevin hadn't expected the inexperienced boy would start long-dicking him right from the outset, but he was fucking loving it. His own exceedingly hard dick was still caught up in his bunched up jeans, and the friction of that plus the anal stimulation was very rapidly bringing him to the point of no return. But, unfortunately for Kevin, who was thinking this was beginning to be one of the best fucks he had ever gotten, Sandy got to the point of no return first, and he slammed into Kevin's shock-absorbing ass and released a torrent of urgent cum into the rectum of his distant cousin. "No, no, too soon ." But this came from Sandy not Kevin, as he came too quickly in the wonderfully accommodating bottom. And he came and he came and he came, and pounded short driving thrusts with each almost crippling release, luxuriating in not only the sexual euphoria of the direct stimulation of his dick in boy pussy, but also in just the knowledge that he was filling another boy's ass with his own sperm. It surprised him, sure, but he didn't care; he loved it. He absolutely LOVED it. But by the time he was spent and started to pull out, he was somewhat dejected that it was over so soon. "It's OK, Sandy. We can go again if you want." "Really?" "Soon as you can get it up." Sandy smiled and then blushed, hesitantly looking at and then timidly reaching over and feeling the upturned ass of the boy who was still bending over for him. "I want you naked next time." Kevin stood up and smiled, and just said "Cool. Well, in that case, I know a better place we can do it. Lose the pants and follow me." Kevin had stripped pretty quickly, leaving Sandy feeling a bit dismayed that he was checking out the body of another boy. But Kevin was even better looking than Sandy and had the perfect definition of a 13 year old used to regular exercise. Sandy reluctantly shed his pants and underwear, but left his shirt on, and followed the naked god a short ways down another path, coming upon a small clearing. In the clearing was a bench that could sit three or four boys comfortably and a small padded table. "I guess you can figure out what this area is used for. I've been fucked a lot on this table, sometimes with other boys waiting their turn, but most times just one on one. It's a lot more comfortable than the picnic table, but I just didn't want my first time with you to be back here. The second time will be a lot of fun, though." Kevin said the last part with a big smile. And his dick was giving no illusions to what he was feeling either. It was pointing straight up and so hard that there was barely any waver to it. "You ready?" Kevin asked. Sandy looked down and was surprised to see his dick so quickly reinflating, and rising rapidly at that. "I got one condition for this, though," Kevin said, holding up his finger. "Um . . .OK." At this point Sandy was already leaking and raring to go. "Most boys that fuck me want to pretend it's a girl that they're doing, even if they know it's me. I understand most of the time, but sometimes it makes me feel... used." Sandy nodded. He understood. Of course Kevin felt used. That was the whole point, to have someone to use. But then it clicked, and for the first time he saw the perspective from a Bottom's point of view. "Sorry, we don't have to." Sandy started, despite his dick very much wanting to go ahead. "No, I want to, but... Look, Sandy, I know you're not gay, but I want to feel nice to sometimes. I'll let you do this if you promise to look at me and treat me like a boy the whole time. Maybe even say my name once or twice during it. Please?" "Ok," Sandy nodded. He was so ready to get off again, he honestly did not care at the moment if it was a boy or a girl he was fucking. And he already knew from his last experience (though he blushed a bit as he remembered this) that he actually got off on knowing that it was a boy's ass he was filling with his sperm. "It's cool, Kevin. I can do that...um...what exactly is it you want me to do?" Kevin turned around and bent over the low cushioned table and spread his legs wide, enough that his lower crack parted and the still tight hole was visible. Though smeared in grease, it still looked fairly inviolate. The sudden view made Sandy's very dick groan. Then he looked down to see the adolescent scrotum pulled up in a nice tight pouch just below the whole, and there was no denying this was all-boy pussy. The weird thing was, that for someone reason, despite his true and steadfast interest in girls outside of this one event, the sight of those nuts and the very boyhood recognition they commanded, turned Sandy on even more. "I want you to look at my butt and my balls and think of me as a boy." Sandy stepped up and started feeling those perfect cheeks again, all the while taking in the sight of those boy parts. "I have been, Kevin," he finally admitted. "I like it." Sandy gulped as he admitted it. But it was true. He still might not be classified as `gay', but gone, for the moment, were any thoughts of screwing girls. Right now, all he wanted to do was fuck another boy. "Feel my nuts," Kevin said. "And I want you to hold them for awhile." Sandy could say he was looking all he wanted, but Kevin knew that if the boy spent a while holding and feeling his nuts, there would be no way for his mind to blank out it was a boy he was doing. And Kevin very much wanted Sandy to fuck him as a boy. But Sandy took a hold of the other boy's nutsack more in an awe of discovery and first time bewilderment than in disgust or disdain. If he had ever been asked or made to hold a boy's balls before, he would have certainly been disgusted -- probably even nauseous at the idea, much less the act. But here he was, feeling the smoothness of the wrinkled brown skin, feeling the wonder of a whole ball (the scrotum) with two more inside it. And he wasn't sick. He wasn't even turned off. Something about it was quite remarkable and he was definitely intrigued. A deeper part realized the stigma associated with this, but instead of shame, he felt the darker side that turned his lust. If he knew the full import of `kinky' he might use that word, but even that wasn't it. Somehow by acknowledging the forbidden, that this was indeed another boy, he was even more turned on and feeling the sexual desire of dominating the boy. He was also reflecting on the memories of his own balls, as many times as he had felt them in his life, all the while he continued to fondle and caress Kevin's scrotum, eliciting many quiet sighs and moans from the boy. At this point, instead of relying upon memory, Sandy reached down and took a hold of his own sack with his free hand. Whoa. As soon as he wrapped his hand around his nuts, it was almost as if an electrical current started flowing through both boys, connecting them fully in such a way that wasn't there before. It charged Sandy's already hard dick even further and copious precum began leaking from its erected tip. It would have made quite a scene had someone walked in on them. Fortunately they were quite far away from Sandy's family and friends to avoid the worst humiliation for the boy should that happen, but the fact that they were doing this somewhat in the open (there was a bench there for observers after all, made it all the more titillating. If he kept this up much longer, Sandy quite suddenly realized that he would cum just from rubbing both their nuts at the same time. "Kevin, please, I gotta fuck you..." "Do it...do it!!" The boy moaned out. He wasn't thinking he might cum just from having his nuts rubbed, but it was driving him crazy knowing this fine boy with the great dick was standing there behind him, hard and ready. He couldn't take much more just from the wanting of that dick inside him. Sandy took aim and slid it in, slowly, but in one long stroke that had both boys moaning from pleasure. It gave a whole new definition to boys' chorus. Sandy had to distract himself from thinking about it hours later as he lay there on the couch, waiting for the commercials to end. Just thinking of how that second fuck had felt, the fully naked boy below him, his hands free to roam about that warm lightly tanned flesh, and feeling the hot tight glove of his anal channel gripping down and massaging him. The knowledge that he was going to fill a boy again with his young but white seed, the moans that he couldn't tell came from whom, and the sight of his shaft disappearing and reappearing between those billowy cheeks, timed with the most amazing clench and release along the whole of his dick... It had been incredible that he had held on as long as did then, but he definitely didn't need to blow a load right there in the living room. Besides, if he thought about it much more, he may just automatically reach down inside his pajama bottoms and grab a hold and start jacking off. The memory was just that hot, that he was certain if he didn't keep himself distracted he would lose all control over his hands. Fortunately after dinner, he had come back downstairs prepared, having jacked off in the shower (although that seemed to have done no good) as well as put on both briefs AND boxers under his pajama bottoms, as well as an over-large T-shirt. It wasn't enough to keep Bradley from noticing. But his thoughts were more of hurt and confusion -- and fear -- than surprise or any temptation to perve his older brother. Sandy still couldn't believe how easy it had been to convince his parents to let him sign up his own little brother Bradley to be on this year's Choosing List. And the event was barely more than three weeks away. Bradley was blown away with how matter-of-factly that his parents had agreed to this. He start to blow up completely, except that his parents warned him that if he lost his anger or took anything out on his older brother, then they wouldn't just sign him up for the competition -- they would sign him up for the ending! His Ending! Of course, they were totally bluffing; they didn't even want the boy down there, though in truth they honestly didn't think it would irreparably harm him. They just weren't thrilled with the idea of having to accommodate sex early into their boys' lives. At least, not at 12. But what neither boy knew, though Hiram and Darrell did, was that Elijah had already spoken with Sam and Karla and threw down a few barely subtle, `friendly, Mackey ultimatums. If they wanted to keep their property intact that was. Intact until the big pay off came. Sandy's trip down into Indian Spring that day just happened to be Serendipity. They discussed it over dinner and pretended not to notice that their youngest boy was blanched and no longer hungry. He did believe the bluff that his parents gave him to keep some peace in the house, and that was the only thing that kept him quiet at first; but slowly it was the dulling shock leading into denial that kept him quiet. It was a denial rammed up against a scary reality that he knew of all to well, having made fun of some of the bottom Mackeys amongst his Outer Mackey distant relatives and friends in the know. And now they would all know he was going to be one. Or at least, he was going to be on the list. The only saving grace for Bradley was their parents' refusal to go along with everything that Sandy had wanted. After hearing the good news that his brother would indeed be in the Choosing, and that he was now clear with the Tucker Wood Mackeys, Sandy tried the next step. "Mom, dad, um, supposing Bradley gets Chosen..." "I'm NOT!" Bradley started suddenly, half in fear, half in anger. "Well," Sandy said, but in a tone that almost cast him as the kind older brother who was genuinely concerned about the possible outcomes, "supposed you should, then . . .you should be prepared for what might happen." "Well, I'm not." And Bradley said this like Sandy was mental. He was NOT getting picked for something like that. "OK fine, mom, dad, if someone LIKE Bradley, who was at the Choosing and actually got picked and had to live here under your rules, would you have him follow the Mackey Rules, you know, without interference?" "Are you ." His mom started, looking at him with a stunned expression. "Are you seriously asking us if you can have unlimited access to your brother's bottom? For you own pleasure??" "I'm just sayin', somebody's got to be there for him, you know, to watch out for him, and if we were gonna do this, then we should --" "No!" she cut him off, slightly disgusted. "No, we are not going to have this discussion. Absolutely not. You are not going to fuck your brother!" Bothb oys were stunned to hear the F word out of their own mother's mouth. They never heard her cuss. Of course, like most kids in that type of small town America, they don't ever picture their parents even knowing those words. To them the words are part of their generation. Their parents only said `intercourse' and `copulation' if they were even non-vague at all. But his mother wasn't being vague right now. And she wasn't done either. "I know those Rules. I dated two Mackey boys before your father, I'll have you know. And the rules state that a parent can opt out brothers from having any right of access. And that is something done frequently. Well, maybe not frequently, but it's been done, I'm sure. And if you are so keen on following the `Mackey Rules' and bring this up again, you will take your place in that bent-over line-up along with your brother and his friends, after I make a special request of my own. Do you understand?" Now THAT , had been no bluff. "Yes, ma'am." The boy was humbled and suddenly more interested in his pie, though he was no longer eating it, just moving it around on his plate. Bradley would have smiled and stuck out his tongue (being 12 didn't mean you always acted 12 toward a sibling) and gleefully rubbed his victory in Sandy's face, except it was only a Pyrrhic one. He still had to be on the list. And he had heard that this year, there would be no cut before the final line-up. Everyone who had been previously cut was back on the list; and everyone on the list would be in the line up. No exceptions. Everyone, every 12 year old, was up for grabs. Almost literally. So what Bradley was thinking that night, while Sandy was laying back during the commercials, and as he looked over at the hard-on of his brother, one that looked like it was having to put up quite a struggle to make that tent. He was wondering why the boy was still hard, if he knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything to him. And why was he smiling so much? But Bradley didn't know about Sandy's time with Kevin that afternoon. He also didn't know the second reason Sandy was hard and smiling. It wasn't all about Kevin. Before coming into the living room, Sandy had passed his parents' bedroom and over heard a conversation: "You really think he could get chosen?" Karla asked. "Well, there hasn't been a bottom boy from the 10th Kinset in a very long time. I think it's likely SOME boy from out here will be chosen. Probably more than likely." "And Bradley does have a cute little bottom," Karla mused, though almost fretfully. "Hmmm, do you think I was too rough on Sandy?" "I don't know, am I going to get the same treatment if I say `yes'?" Karla smiled and paused. "So you think...you think it would be OK if we did let him have sex with Bradley." "Well, it has been the normal rule of thumb to let the brothers work it out amongst themselves. Honestly, I don't really think it would hurt either one of them if Sandy had sexual access to Bradley for a year or so, provided there was some way for Bradley to appeal abuse." Karla sighed. "I suppose you're right." But she didn't sound fully convinced either. "Karla, sweetie, there is one other thing to consider. Bradley will be available to 13 year old boys from day one, and later to 14 year olds, then 15 year olds. That's the cutoff. But even some of those 13 year olds can have impressively sized dicks. It may be better for him if he was receiving regular and possibly more gentle attention from his brother. You know, just to keep him loosened enough not to hurt whenever the other boys are going to want their turn." "Well," she sighed again, "I do suppose there will be a lot of them." "Oh, I think that is a safe supposition, dear. Having Sandy allowed regular unfettered access could keep him limber emotionally as well, always ready for it, instead of never knowing when someone will want a piece of ass." "Oh, don't be so vulgar, Sam." "We may have to become more acquainted with the vulgar side of life, Karla, if Bradley does get selected as one of the Mackey Bottoms." Karla turned away for a moment, mulling more of it over in her head, not so much wondering if they made the right decision, but whether they made a livable one. "And we are only talking about IF Bradley is chosen." "Of course, if he isn't, then so much the better. Sandy can have his boy fun with whoever does get selected, and we've done the duty that we had to." "And Bradley gets his place forever amongst his cousins without anybody ever being able to challenge him on that." "That's true, too, Sam agreed." Again there was a pause from Karla, and a subtle slight additional sigh. "Sam...do you suppose...If, of course,...Bradley DID get selected...and we let Sandy...you know." "Yes?" "Do you think it might serve to draw the boys closer? Maybe provide a stabilizing influence for both boys -- give some sense of responsibility for Sandy and a guiding hand for Bradley?" "Well, we could certainly frame it that way and encourage it!" Sam said. He hadn't quite thought about it like that before, but it just may work out that way. But the next part was what surprised Sandy, still listening in the hallway, about to go in and watch his movie. "Then," his mother said, with a seeming lift in her voice, "it might not be such a bad thing if Bradley were to get chosen; and if that were the case, then we should certainly let Sandy be the older brother, with all the rights and privileges!" "Sandy will love to hear that," his dad answered back, "but I don't think we should tell him. Sometime next week we can let Bradley know what might happen, but we should wait on telling Sandy." "Agreed." Later, as he stretched back on the sofa, the last commercial about to end before the movie restarted, Sandy replayed this conversation in his head. This was the smile Bradley saw. But like his parents, Sandy wasn't saying anything. *** This is where Jonas Henley ends the story of Sandy Jacobs. What follows are my own imaginings of future events. The Story continues Chapter 1 – A deal with the Devil – Thursday June 22, 1995 The Jacobs' house, Bartlett (outside of Indian Spring) 6:15 AM Thirteen-year-old Alexander Corbin Jacobs, (who everyone called Sandy), woke early the following morning with a start. An overwhelming sense of exhilaration, euphoria, and power had interrupted his usual sleep pattern and repressed the typical teen-boy summer-holiday lethargy. For the first time, life was working out better than expected and he was truly happy. Sandy realized his expectations had not been high, but still, they were important. An occasional fuck to satisfy that ever-present need for sex was not unjustifiable he reasoned. Any self-respecting teen would want that. Most would prefer a girl of course, but how many 13-year-olds achieved that. Very few! Besides, a fuck was a fuck and buggers can't be choosers, he giggled to himself. He had done it twice with Kevin yesterday, and knew it wouldn't end there. The kid was horny and clearly loved being fucked. Repeat performances were already planned. As Sandy contemplated this happy prospect and started playing languidly with his morning wood, it suddenly dawned on the boy that, if he played his cards right, he could easily extend his new community privileges to the other Mackey bottoms. He knew that within days the Jacobs family would again be permanent residents of Indian Spring and his cousins could no longer call him an outsider. He lay in bed considering the possibilities and masturbated with more urgency. He imagined, screwing Kevin again later today. Then there was Tanner Mackey (13), the second boy elected in the 1994 Choosing. They were in the same class at school - friends really. Sandy had never thought of Tanner in that way before, but life was good and full of all sorts of new possibilities. Thinking of Tanner's ass, which Sandy had seen on numerous occasions at the pool or in the showers after sport, had made his erection even harder. Then there was Tim Hardin and Harry Mackey, the bottoms from the year before. Tim was a bit of a smart ass and want-to-be bully at times. It would definitely be fun fucking him. And what about the bottoms from this year's Choosing. There were rumors of 3, maybe even 4 boys being chosen. He would need to make sure Bradley was one of them. His brother was still sleeping soundly in the next bed just 3 feet away. Within a few short weeks Sandy might have the right to slip into bed each morning with the 12-year-old that shared his room and start each day with a bang. What bliss that would be! He grunted loudly and came into the sock he kept under his bed for that purpose. This morning's jerk-off was one of the most satisfying for months. As he slowly drifted back to sleep Sandy knew he had a mission now, and the pay-off would make his life a pleasure for years to come. The Mackey House, Indian Spring – Kevin's bedroom 7:08 AM Kevin Michael Mackey, 13, opened his left eye reluctantly and brushed the thick, dark curly brown hair from his face. Once again he cursed at the stream of light that flooded his room from the gap in the curtains that had never really met in the middle. Summer was his favorite season of the year, but did it always have to be so bright this early? Then he recalled his experiences yesterday with the most stunning boy in the whole 7th grade class last year and his self-doubts returned. But today they were accompanied by a new emotion - disgust at himself. It was not being fucked that was the source of this new emotion. His Mackey cousins had always used him in a selfish way. He understood his role as community bottom and expected nothing more. Their treatment of him was justified as he knew the stirrings of arousal within his own body were the proof of his warped and abnormal nature. He wanted those stiff hard cocks up his ass – he begged for it. If some of the guys were rough and hurt him, so much the better. It was what he deserved after all. He understood the other Mackey bottoms hated what they were forced to do. That's the way a `normal' boy would think. But Kevin knew he was not like that. People said he went out of his way to become a Mackey bottom. Partly true. He had not exactly sabotaged the several schemes his older brother, Jason, had developed to save him from his fate. Jason was a member of the Mackey Junior Council and had a great deal of influence. But Kevin had flat-out refused to lie or cheat and pave the way for one of the other hapless kids on the line last year to get more signatures on his back. After all, they were better than him and didn't deserved the destiny that was his. And yesterday, a lifetime of fantasies had come true. He had been fucked – twice – by Sandy Jacobs, the boy he had lusted over for at least the last 3 or 4 years. Sandy had been kind and gentle – even loving. When I told him I felt used by most of the guys, he thought I meant I didn't want another fuck. He said, "Sorry, we don't have to." I almost panicked because I wanted it so bad. Then I asked him to look at my butt and my balls and think of me as a boy. He said he had been doing that already and he liked it. In fact he held and fondled my nuts until I almost came. Even at the time, I knew it was one of the best fucks I had ever gotten. Kevin had been playing with his erection from the time he had opened his eyes that morning and suddenly shot his tiny load into his right fist. Even now, at 13 ½, he knew there wasn't enough for a decent taste, so he rubbed the emission on the tee-shirt he wore in bed and went back to his thoughts. Kevin sensed that the relationship with Sandy Jacobs had every possibility of developing into something stronger and more lasting than anything he had with the hundreds of other guys who had fucked him over the past 12 months. But then the disgust at himself returned with a vengeance. How could he have done it? His own actions had wrecked any possibility of more. No way will Sandy ever speak to him again when he learns the truth. He could hide it for a while, but the date was only weeks away now, and the whole miserable story would come out. Then the only boy he ever truly loved would hate him forever. Justifiably so! Duane Mackey's House, Indian Spring – David's bedroom 7:22 AM For the first time in months 12-year-old David Mackey felt in control. He now had a plan. The two fingers of his right hand readily executed the technique, second nature to him now, of rubbing up and down on his pecker in more and more rapid and urgent strokes. At least masturbation was still his friend. David knew he had spent his entire life ignored by his parents, bullied by every kid at school, and constantly put-down, degraded and dishonored by his hateful older brother, Darrell, the lowest form of scum on the planet. But the prick's latest scheme was the last straw. Older brothers were supposed to protect their younger siblings. David recalled how at the upcoming choosing ceremony Tanner Mackey had promised to protect his brother Cooper, and Kevin would look after Sean,. But no, not Darrell. He now openly discussed his maneuverings to ensure David was one of the community bottoms selected this year and how he looked forward to hearing him scream as he was fucked for the first time. Well, screw that! No way was he becoming a bumboy for every Mackey in Indian Spring with a hard cock at the time. Now he had a plan and he would make them pay. All of them! Especially his brother, but all the others too. He had to admit it was a pity that his enemies at school would get away, but he was old enough to know you couldn't have everything. Waves of orgasm washed over him as he envisaged the upcoming fate that awaited his older brother. The Jacobs' house, Bartlett (outside of Indian Spring) 8:45 AM As Sandy Jacobs sat down for breakfast that morning, Mom and Dad had an announcement of their own. The renovations and repairs on the old Jacob's house back in Indian Spring were now more or less finished and the family would be moving back there this coming Saturday, June 24, 1995. The news was not unexpected, and plans had been underway for several months. All four of the Jacobs boys had seen no reason for the change, but were told it had something to do with Uncle Elijah. In the end, all the boys had greeted the news with indifference because it didn't effect them much. They wouldn't be loosing any friends as their current town of Bartlett was just a 40 minute bike ride away. Besides the Spring was a much larger place and apart from the numerous cousins and other relatives, there were a lot more kids around. Like all his brothers, Sandy guessed he had more friends that lived there. They wouldn't even need to change schools as both towns were part of the Sweetwater Independent School District. The Old Jacob's House was some concern however. It was over one hundred years old and the Jacobs family had been living there for generations. It had been abandon 5 years earlier when Sam and Karla had moved their young family away and the place had needed a lot of repairs and renovations to make it habitable again. Fortunately, the old house was roomy and well-built, and teams of builders, carpenters, plumbers, and painters had been busy working on the upgrades for months. As soon as he could get away, Sandy rushed off to see the two Mackey Junior Council members, Darrell and Hiram, and report his progress. He had not forgotten his mission. Both appeared pleased that twelve-year-old Bradley Jacobs would be added to the Choosing List, but positively elated when the overheard conversation of the parents was recounted in detail. "Well done," said Darrell to the excited boy. "We assume you hope your brother is chosen as one of the community bottoms this year. I understand that. You want to watch as Bradley's virgin ass gets entered and plowed and hear the kid howl as he is publicly deflowered at the end of the whole tense and degrading Choosing Ceremony. It gives me a mighty hard-on just thinking about it. I assume you'll be there?" Like most siblings, Sandy considered his younger brother a pain in the ass at times, and was happy with the idea of providing reciprocal discomfort to the little monster. But these were certainly not the words he would have used to describe his feelings. This all sounded base, degrading, and just plain wrong. To this point, Sandy's only thoughts had been of the fun and absolute pleasure he would have screwing the kid. Somehow, it had never entered his mind what Bradley might think. But now that notion came washing over him in relentless waves, as the unanswered question dangled in the air like some sword of Damocles ready to strike. It was only after, what seemed an eternity that a blushing and now uneasy Sandy managed to respond, "Don't worry! I'll be there." The two council members exchanged smirks, as Darrell continued, "Believe me, there's nothing better than having a nice piece of boy ass available 24/7. Don't worry, you aren't the only guy rooting for a younger brother. I'm currently pushing for my pathetic excuse for a sibling, David. A pitiful character really, but he'll be enjoyed by a lot of Mackey's and finally be good for something. And Fairlane's been trying to get his brother Dean back on the list for months. The kid's been on and off it twice already." "I know Dean Mackey," replied a somewhat surprised Sandy. "He was in my class last year. I thought he was thirteen already." "Well, not quite. His birthday is in late July and that's why he wasn't on the list last year. But he'll still be twelve this upcoming Choosing day and I think the Council is finally coming round to the idea that no eligible kid gets out from now on. Some kids on and some off the list seems totally unfair to our more egalitarian council members. But you don't need to worry about that. Leave council politics up to us older guys." "And you have two more even younger brothers as well? Right?" asked Hiram speaking for the first time. "Err, right," answered a now somewhat reluctant Sandy. He was starting to dislike the direction this whole conversation was taking. But seeing no alternative, he continued, "Well, there's four of us all together. I'm well over thirteen already." Sandy suddenly felt the urgent need to restress this point. He wasn't sure exactly why, but thought he now understood how Little Red Riding Hood felt talking to the wolf. He mentally laughed at the image and berated himself for his cowardice. Of course he was 13 and he knew these two older boys knew it. So he continued, Bradley just turned 12 last month. My two younger brothers are not eligible for the Choosing. Stephen is 11 and Chase has just turned 10. We call them Stevie and Chass. Mom and Dad say they kept trying for a girl, but gave up after Chass was born. Stephen and Chase have been away at Summer Camp for the last week, but they'll be home tomorrow in time for our move back to the Spring." At mention of the move, Darrell and Hiram looked meaningfully at each other. They knew the general details of course from discussion with Elijah Mackey, but not the exact date. Sandy misinterpreted the exchange and said, "Err... you're not putting them on the list are you?" "Of course not," answered Hiram definitively. Only 12-year-olds go on the official Choosing List. But you may want to bring the 11-year-old along on the day. There are certain benefits for him if he does. Stephen's his name you say?" "What benefits?" asked an increasingly concerned Sandy. "Oh, we'll explain all that later, but for now, I guess your main interest is in Bradley. Right?" "Yeah, I guess," answered a somewhat now hesitant 13-year-old. "What you want is your own personal hole to use whenever the mood strikes. Right? To have your brother under your total control. To know you can pound away with your big thick cock in his tight little boy ass, day or night, and neither he nor anyone else can say nothing. To watch as he is publicly fucked by your other Mackey cousins. Am I right?" Darrell knew he was allowing his own sexual fantasies to run away with him. Such thoughts had produced many fantastic orgasms over the recent months of planning this year's Choosing and were exactly what he intended for his younger brother David. But he was no fool and saw the subtle change in the eyes of the boy he was addressing and so quickly changed the tone. "There are no guarantees of course. Choosing's never quite go as you expect. But I think you can have some confidence. Hiram and I saw Bradley yesterday evening while he was playing basketball with Tolley and Seth and a few of the other guys his age. A nice ass on that kid-brother of yours. A genuine bubble-butt. Very popular on Choosing Day – bubble-butts. A lot like yours actually. A pity you didn't make it to the Choosing last year. Pretty sure you would have given Kevin and Tanner a run for their money." Sandy turned increasingly red and flustered as embarrassment turned to shame and then fear. Thoughts of Little Red Riding Hood and wolves flashed through his brain yet again, and he remained silent. He suddenly realized he was playing with fire, and could get burned at any moment. And his reaction had not gone unnoticed by the two older boys. Darrell loved wielding the power his place on the Council gave him and there was nothing better than making younger, self-confident, kids squirm in fear. So he continued, "It's gonna be a hard choice this year for the Mackeys. Let's see. Tolley and Seth Mackey, Bradley Jacobs, Mathew and Chris Corbin, Sean and Dean Mackey, Gabriel Mackey, and let's not forget my own useless brother David. Or maybe some, as yet unnamed boy, might win a seat at the bottom table." As Darrell said these last words, he studied the boy in front of him. He was certainly a good looker. At 5 foot 4 inches (163 centimeters) and 90 lbs. (40 kilograms), Sandy Jacobs was pretty average for a 13 1/2 year-old. But he had a well proportioned, solid, sportsman's body, flat stomach, and the first signs of upper body development from many hours swim practice at the public pool in Bartlett and a beautifully tanned skin without any discernible blemish. But it was his face that people noticed. Greyish-green eyes, short, thin wispy straw colored hair, and a prominent dimple on the right side of his face that only appeared when he smiled. And he did that a lot, seeming to most observers to have a perpetually cheeky grin. He had beautiful white teeth with two distinctive incisors on the upper jaw, slightly more prominent than the others, but this only added to the handsome countenance. That and a very light dusting of freckles below his eyes and extending across his nose certainly increased his points in the cuteness stakes. And the redder, more prominent lips, were also unique features that drew the attention of many women and girls and more men and boys than Sandy ever realized. Darrell Mackey looked meaningfully into those Greyish-green eyes of Sandy Jacobs and deep to the soul beneath. He saw what he needed – barely restrained fear and knew he owned this kid from now on. So enough with the stick, time for more carrot. "Hard choice. Get it," said Darrel laughing at his own poor joke. Hiram sniggered along. Sandy attempted a grin that ended as more of a grimace. But Darrell hardly seemed to notice. "Yes, there'll be lots of Mackey hard cocks lusting for a romp in your kid-brother's ass. Don't worry about that. Hiram, correct me if I'm wrong, but we now have 13 boys on the List, which must be some sort of record. And maybe one or two extras still to come if all our plans work out. So we are currently pushing the Council to allow four bottoms this year - to spread the load as it were," said Darrell raising his eyebrows and giving another sinister smirk at the innuendo implied. "So Sandy, congratulations for getting Bradley on the list. Continue using Kevin's ass if you like. Actually, I think the little fag might insist on that. And then any of the other current Mackey bottoms as well. If they give you any trouble, tell them to see me. Now, if you are really serious about getting Bradley chosen, here is what I suggest you do." So the three teens went into a huddle for the next 30 minutes. But poor Sandy is thinking with his little head and not the big one. In his excitement about use of Kevin, the other bottoms, and the potential for his own in-house bumboy, he ignores the obvious malice, nastiness, and spite of the two Council members. Darrell is the more poisonous of the two, and Hiram more likely to play backup, but neither should be trusted. Sandy is not a malicious kid and never wanted to see his brother hurt in the way described. But he liked the idea of dominating the boy and Kevin's enthusiasm for being fucked gave a much distorted understanding of the usual role and use of a bottom. And Sandy had no idea that even these two warped 17-year-old council members were basically taking directions from the 51-year-old, Elijah Mackey, the bitter and twisted patriarch of the very deep Mackey clan. Since the disappearance of his gold, Elijah Mackey now spent his days planning the destruction and downfall of his enemies and getting back at those, he perceived, betrayed him. If the bad treatment, or use and abuse of the sons or grandsons of those foes causes distress and anguish, well so much the better. The Brewer House, Indian Spring. 2:15 PM "Dad, it's not fair! Whined 12-year-old Cal Brewer for the hundredth time that day. Bennett Mackey is my best friend. All the other guys in the troop are coming. It's not fair that Bennett doesn't get to go. Cal is referring to the White Party, this coming weekend, his father had arranged for the boys in his scout troop. (Troop 68). The White/Blue Parties were an old and venerable tradition in Indian Spring that had somehow been forgotten over the years. But Cal's father, Mr. Jonathan Brewer, was determine to reestablish the practice which had been so popular in his own childhood. At White Parties the boys were divided into 2 groups. Those wearing white BVDs, and those wearing either blue or grey briefs. Boys in white could demand anal sex from any boy wearing blue or grey. Bottoms wearing grey were allowed to refuse any specific request, provided they met an assigned quota, like twice or three times per day. Those in blue did not have that option and were unable to refuse any request for sex. In addition, a blue circle on the chest meant, that boy was required to give blow-jobs (in addition to anal sex) whenever asked by any white BVD kid for the duration of the party. "Listen to me carefully son! I'll say it one last time. You can have Kelley Tucker at the party wearing blue briefs and you understand what that means. He can't say no to you or any other boy in white present." "Dad, I can't believe Tucker will be wearing blue briefs," cut in Cal. "Well, I must admit it was a surprise to me as well. Of all the boys coming, he was the one I least suspected of being that way. But you just never know about these things. I initially had him and his brother Ethan down as whites, but Kelley must have confessed to his father about some recent experience he'd had and Hal rang to tell me of the change. Like his son, Mr. Tucker is an honorable man, Cal, and he would never lie about something like that. He used to come to White Parties as a kid himself and understands the importance of keeping to the 3 to 1 ratio. So now with 5 blue or greys, we have space for 15 white BVD boys." "So why can't Bennett come?" whined the boy again. "Well as I was saying, you must decide if you want Kelley wearing blue or Bennet Mackey wearing white. But you can't have both of them! Kelley's father has a very good reason for not wanting any Mackeys present. I had to assure him of that when he rang to tell of the change in Kelley's status. I should not be telling you this, and I need you to swear you will never repeat what I'm about to say. Not to any of your friends from school or in the scout troop. Not to anybody. Is that clear? "Yes Sir," answered Cal having no intension of keeping secrets from his buddies, especially about fucking Kelley Tucker. "Good. I know you've heard about the Mackeys and some of their strange traditions. I'm referring to the boys they assign as bottoms. You asked me about it once." "And you never told me anythin'," cut in Cal angrily. "Well, that was for your own good. The Mackeys are a very secretive lot with rules and traditions going back over a century and unless you are a member of the extended clan, none of that will ever affect you. "But Tucker's not a Mackey, is he? "Well, that's the rub. Maybe he is. There's a rule they have that's called the Dawson Exclusion. Hal, Kelley's dad, explained it to me. I can't remember the exact wording, but basically it says any boy that can be reasonably associated with the Mackeys by heritage, location (living in Indian Spring), or importance to the family will be considered a Mackey. And Kelley and all his brothers fit that definition. They also have another rule. The first boy that can cum, who fucks another Mackey, gets to own that ass for at least one year. He can fuck the bottom whenever he wants and the kid can never say no." Mr. Brewer stopped for breath and looked at his son who seemed lost in thought. "Yes, I know it's not very fair," the man continued, "but it's one of those strange traditions that family has." "Dad," a concerned looking Cal asked his father, "by that definition, `reasonably associated with the Mackeys by heritage and location,' wouldn't I come under the Dawson Exclusion as well. I live in Indian Spring just like Kelley.?" "Yes, well in theory," answered Mr. Brewer, "but I'm assuming you're not planning to have any Mackey boys have anal sex with you in the immediate future, or make a claim to be a Mackey? Besides, Mr. Tucker is justifiably concerned for Kelley. Because of his work on the Community Integrity Association, Hal has made many enemies in that family, and there are more than a few who wouldn't mind settling some old scores with the father through his son." "So have I got this right?" asked Cal, now sounding more excited than concerned. "You're telling me that the first Mackey that fucks Kelley Tucker up the ass can claim ownership and Kelley has to let that kid do him whenever he wants for a full year?" "I don't understand all the rules," replied his father. "I never got too involved myself. But yes, you are basically correct. The ownership might even be 2 or 3 years in some circumstances, and I've heard tell that the owner has the right to lend the bottom to other boys, but within certain age limits. Anyway you can see why Mr. Tucker is concerned and why Bennett can't come to the party. Kelley will be wearing blue briefs, and could not prevent Bennett from fucking him. Then Bennett would only need to make his claim to the Mackey Council and poor Kelley would end up as a sex-slave for at least a year. Kelley couldn't deny it happened because of witnesses. Remember, at the White Party other kids get to watch if they like. "I understand. But what about Kevin Mackey. He's coming isn't he?" "Yes, Kevin will be there. But he's a blue brief's boy. Blues can't make other blues do sex. Only white BVD kids can do that. So if you want Kelley Tucker at your party wearing blue, no other Mackeys can attend apart from Kevin. Is that clear?" "Yes sir. That's fine." Mr. Brewer was surprised his son gave in so quickly at the end. He had been whining and complaining for the last three hours about Bennett Mackey not being invited, but guess the boy now understood the reasons.